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Leaving at 2pm for Siren, WI. Still haven't told supervisor that I'm taking off early. I'm...trepidatious.
I have three pairs of pajamas with me and two pairs of slippers. I forgot the one pair of toe socks, but called Mom and asked her to find and bring with her. (Mom's at our house this morning.)
Dinner with the in-laws was...the usual.
Feel free to skip! This is for my own historical purposes
I enjoy Drew's company. Got to see Joel, which is always a pleasure. Grampa and Gramma are crazy old coots that I actually kinda like, and Mr. Bowlsby is silly and fine.
The Mom Factor though. Even Monte was having trouble dealing with her last night. The got a new cat a few months back and now she's transferred all her kooky over-loving creepy habits from the now-psycho dog (thanks to Mom making the dog weird) to the soon-to-be-psycho cat.
Lock the cat in the basement so it won't eat the food left out in the kitchen - fine. Cat meows once or twice - not yowling, not begging to get out, not thumping on the door - just meows once or twice and "I can't stand it! I have to let her out!"
And then she holds the cat in her arms like a baby. Ick.
And declares that declawing is "cruel" - knowing full well that my cats are declawed and I personally don't believe it's cruel. She'll whine about how the cat claws things, and how they have to drug the cat so they can clip it's claws, but they don't actually discipline the cat when it climbs things! And *I* am cruel.
There was the maudlinness about her parents leaving because she's convinced her dad is going to die soon (chances are likely) - but could you be more melodramatic?
Just...gah.
I plan on getting very drunk this weekend. And eating alot. And playing DDR and other games. And sitting by fireplaces while people pet me.
They are simple goals, but imminently worthwhile, I believe.
I have three pairs of pajamas with me and two pairs of slippers. I forgot the one pair of toe socks, but called Mom and asked her to find and bring with her. (Mom's at our house this morning.)
Dinner with the in-laws was...the usual.
Feel free to skip! This is for my own historical purposes
I enjoy Drew's company. Got to see Joel, which is always a pleasure. Grampa and Gramma are crazy old coots that I actually kinda like, and Mr. Bowlsby is silly and fine.
The Mom Factor though. Even Monte was having trouble dealing with her last night. The got a new cat a few months back and now she's transferred all her kooky over-loving creepy habits from the now-psycho dog (thanks to Mom making the dog weird) to the soon-to-be-psycho cat.
Lock the cat in the basement so it won't eat the food left out in the kitchen - fine. Cat meows once or twice - not yowling, not begging to get out, not thumping on the door - just meows once or twice and "I can't stand it! I have to let her out!"
And then she holds the cat in her arms like a baby. Ick.
And declares that declawing is "cruel" - knowing full well that my cats are declawed and I personally don't believe it's cruel. She'll whine about how the cat claws things, and how they have to drug the cat so they can clip it's claws, but they don't actually discipline the cat when it climbs things! And *I* am cruel.
There was the maudlinness about her parents leaving because she's convinced her dad is going to die soon (chances are likely) - but could you be more melodramatic?
Just...gah.
I plan on getting very drunk this weekend. And eating alot. And playing DDR and other games. And sitting by fireplaces while people pet me.
They are simple goals, but imminently worthwhile, I believe.
